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I met this girl maybe a mwezi before Valentines siku and I always talked to her. Everyday. About almost everything. She was everything I looked mbele to when I got nyumbani from school au soccer practice. Then I began to realize I was falling for her. And I guess it was my first experience with feeling real upendo for someone. My moyo literally ached for her. Meanwhile, I had another friend that I had known longer. We were pretty tight. She was a lesbian also but I saw her as a sister. We were all talking and such about things and I was very well aware of the fact that the girl I liked had a boyfriend....

I hugged a man in his underwear. I think Jesus would have too.

I spent the siku at Chicago’s Pride Parade. Some Marafiki and I, with The Marin Foundation, wore shirts with “I’m Sorry” written on it. We had signs that said, “I’m sorry that Christians judge you,” “I’m sorry the way churches have treated you,” “I used to be a bible-banging homophobe, sorry.” We wanted to be an alternative Christian voice from the protestors that were there speaking hate into megaphones.

What I loved most about the siku is when people “got it.” I loved watching people’s faces as they saw...